I have always loved crafts. So when my family initially arrived in Gibsonia, Pa., I organized an informal night where people could come and share a particular skill they enjoyed and that others might want to know more about. We would meet in the “old garage out back,” which we later renovated for our present-day worship area at Grace RPC.

We met infrequently, and everyone enjoyed the time of fellowship even if the atmosphere was perhaps a bit dingy at the time. We learned how to make Ukrainian eggs, created button people, and gleaned tips on how to scrapbook; we even had a class introducing us to ballroom dancing.

But as life got busy and daily duties crowded people’s schedules, the skill night rested in the tomb of happy memory until one day, many years later, when I was talking with my daughter about some of her interests. One of the things that makes a mother’s heart skip “like rams…like lambs” (Ps. 114:6) is to discover that her child has similar, ...